A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance, and maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride, but something touched me deep inside, the day the music died. So bye-bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry. And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47253 | 2018-02-11 02:41:50 | 156.56 | 99% |
| 46266 | 2018-02-05 22:34:18 | 147.60 | 98% |
| 45755 | 2018-02-02 08:07:04 | 144.88 | 98% |
| 44267 | 2018-01-22 10:34:28 | 152.45 | 98% |
| 42156 | 2018-01-09 03:39:39 | 155.98 | 99% |
| 39976 | 2017-12-29 04:39:10 | 137.52 | 98% |
| 38636 | 2017-12-14 01:12:07 | 143.46 | 98% |
| 38118 | 2017-12-10 19:38:37 | 127.84 | 98% |